The Fucking Book – Less Than Mystery – Part One – The Dwarf – Chapter Three(2)

The one carrying two buckets…

Less Than Mystery

Heather Cai

Chapter 3


{Click here to read Chapter Three (1)}

For the sake of the boy, unconditionally and silently, my grandmother did anything willing and unwilling, happy and unhappy. Until at seventy-three, she died by falling from the path where she was trying to hold a big bucket of piss and shit to water some green vegetables in the plot behind the house under the hill.

On the day of her funeral, my aunt cried loudly under the sun, leaning over the gray wooden coffin every now and then. All the relatives, the neighbors and the other villagers had left the grave but my aunt still knelt down with sobs and sighs. Probably, I guessed, she was regretting what she had done to my grandmother and the way she had treated her. Nobody knew what she was thinking except herself. And a flood of rain poured down on her on the way home after the funeral. All of a sudden, she looked much older with wrinkles climbing over her forehead and her eyes. Later on, with the housework and farmwork, her hands were covered with wrinkles like any other peasant women, like my mother.

On the next morning, my aunt was shocked and screamed out loudly when she went to the fireplace. It was all fingerprints with fresh dirt all over the wall above the wood-burning stove in the kitchen, where my grandmother was supposed to make the fire and cook, if she were still alive. And the dirty fingerprints just haunted my aunt like nightmares.

Madly, she washed them away with buckets of water. Unreasonably, she shouted to my uncle, Why would this happen after her death? No answer was made because nobody was sure, but all believed the fingerprints were of my grandmother. As the nightmares continued my aunt kept moaning every single day, strongly asking the whole family to invite a channeler to find the reason as soon as possible.  So no one in the house could sleep and no one in the house could stand her moaning any longer.

A month later a channeler was invited. As he requested my family found a regular woman, whose family name was Wu, from the other side of the river. When everything was ready he commanded, Nobody make a sound, not even fart. First the channeler made her sit with her head lowered on the table, while the others sat around her and watched in silence. As the air froze he threw out some words that nobody understood. Soon he started chanting and her body, especially her head, began to move more and more violently. When she talked it was with exactly the same tone and same voice as my grandmother. Everybody listened carefully to the heavy conversation between the channeler and the shaking woman, my ghostly grandmother.

Why did you come back to the kitchen? asked the channeler carefully.

I just wanted to cook as usual. It’s my place, with a scary windy voice and a slow ghostly tone, she answered like a real human being.

Do you know that your daughter-in-law will take that place and cook for you, your son, your grandson and maybe the next generation, like you did?  His voice was completely solemn, as if each word was formed by a piece of metal, heavy and clear.

How do you know my second son’s wife will take good care of the family while she regarded me as a slave, she asked back, with a sharp long weightless voice.

Don’t worry. I have talked to her and she so regrets that she hardly slept at nights. She promised, from now on she will take good care of your son, your grandchildren and the whole family, again, the channeler spoke like a holy man.

Alright, I will leave the house immediately. Tell her, I would come back again one day if she broke her vow, her voice turned as thin as the air and sounded relieved but with a somewhat threatening tone.

Your soul can rest in peace now. She will keep her word as she promised. Don’t need you to come or worry. What’s your biggest wish now?

To eat at my elder son’s side and say sorry to his wife. I have done many things wrong to her and her children, her sound was sad and full of regrets.

Your elder son’s wife never blamed you. And you are more than welcome as the family will cook food for you in the near future. Rest in peace please!

Okay, I am leaving. Wish you all well, in a slow speed, her voice dissolved little by little.

The channeler mumbled strangely, then the woman gradually stopped shaking, lifted her head and opened her eyes, recovering and returning to reality. With a great relief, everyone in the family took a deep breath. My aunt, at once, kowtowed thankfully to the channeler nonstop.

 {Click here to read Chapter Three (3)}

To be continued…

PS:

If anyone who simply likes reading the words, the language, the story, or wants to know more about the character, the mysteries and my world, please feel free to like or comment. Any kind of remark will be highly appreciated.

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Thank you so much!

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